in xhutyion ko ab verbal response bhi chye.
Who is more closer to God?
God is omnipotent and ubermensch. There are two people One is believer while the other is Atheist. A believer does the good only because he want to satisfy God because he believes that God is watching him or her while on the other an Atheist does the more good than believer even no one is watching nor he or she thinks about the God while doing good then the question is who is more closer to God regarding goodness?
Well, by act count and selflessness,the atheist looks closer. But the believer's orientation matters more even if their deeds are fewer!
Encountered a girl.
she was almost 5,4,having black hairs(wolf cut).Her face was vivid having black eyes(dark brown ) and a mole on her left cheek.she had pink lips.She was carrying a figure which was neither so heavy nor so slim but it was compareable.The most prominent thing a person would notice in her were her eyes.Her eyes carried a naiveness as in a child's eyes whenever he had to ask for something from his parents.She was in haste when she got hit by my shoulder.infact i too was in haste.Her lips were poised between a gentle smile and "oops sorry" when she droped my glasses. she picked them up and handed me and then in moment she got vanished.I could not utter a single word at that moment.
She is a absurd night,I am a pale star.
The memory of a dead person hold no value.
اب تو جاتے ہیں بت کدے سے میرؔ
پھر ملیں گے اگر خدا لایا
Her
Beauty,her fantastic demonical beauty.
Eyes,her black bewtiched piercing eyes.
Smile,her mesmerizing,taunting smile.
Cheeks,her sparkled freckled cheeks aglow.
Hair,her hair tangled dusk,chaos in motion.
Hands,her hands feels like Apricity.
Voice,even delusion feels reality in her tone.
Existence,her existence,a myth i dare to believe.
Either there is something or there is nothing.And there is nothing in between something and nothing.
What a beautifu night!Such a night is only possible when we are young.
If I were a dreamer,you would be my Nastenka.
If I were Meursault,you would be my Marie.
If I were Raskolnikov,you would be my Sonya.
If I were Santiago,you would be my Fatima.
If I were the narrator,you would be my Liza.
If I were Carter,you would be my Jamie.
If I were Petersburg,you would be my White Night.
If I were a crime,you would be my punishment.
If I were Dostoyevsky,you would be my suffering.
If I were Kafka,you would be my hope.
If I were Camus,you would be my meaning.
If I were me....you would be my nothing.....
She should be a book reader(not necessarly),she should be intellectual,Perhaps she should naive,This is bare minimum.
I think hope does not exist in reality.We have intermingle the concept hope with our subconscious potentional.We hope for the things,our subconscious believes that it will happen and give you positive result.May be i have just intermingle the hope with belief.Somehow our belief is our hope.When we have strong belief in something that we think will happen,at that point your hope is your belief and everything will feels you that you are actually going to get you wanted or you hoped for that.
Well,human are creepy creatures.They will choose a life full of suffering but with freedom,freedom of everything rather than a life full of joy,where there is everything,no desires a rational life.A life where there are choices.One must choose irrational life or things than rational because in rational system there are choices and choice snatch your freedom.Where there are choices there is no freedom.
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